We were hugging on the train. It was a normal moment. She’s my best friend.

“Lily! Lily!” the voice sounded panicked as it echoed through the compartment through the open window.

“Chill your beans, mum,” she sighed, rolling her eyes at me. I giggled.

“Is Ellie with you?”

“Yeah.”

There was no answer, so Lily shrugged and hugged me again. “This year was epic, kiddo. But we’re going to make next year better.”

I grinned. “Definitely. Next year’s going to be so cool.”

The door slid open, shocking us both.

It was Harry.

“Hey, dad,” smiled Lily. “You know, mum doesn’t need to-“

“Lily, leave your trunk and go to Uncle Ron and your mum.”

Lily raised an eyebrow. “I’m not-“

“Lily, go!” Harry ordered, a fierce look in his eyes.

She shot a glance at me, squeezed my hand and walked out. Immediately, Harry took a gentle hold of my wrist and began leading me out.

“But my trunk-“ I tried to argue.

“We’ll have it picked up later.”

Stepping off the train, I vaguely saw the family of redheads in the distance, but we didn’t head for them. Instead we began to weave through the crowds, through reuniting families and giggling children.

“Where are mum and dad?” I asked, frowning.

He didn’t respond, just tightened his grip on my wrist and pulled faster.

I saw his other hand on his wand.

“Where are we going?”

“The Burrow. Molly should have organised a bed for you by the time we get there.”

“But- but I want to go home.”

He pulled me through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. It didn’t seem as wonderful as it had done the six months before, when I spent Christmas with Lily.

“This is going to be really uncomfortable, okay?”

I nodded.

He spun, and as he began to I felt a nauseating compression, and closed my eyes tightly shut.

“Harry? Harry?”

“Molly?”

There was a short pause.

“Where did Harry Potter first meet me?”

“Between Platforms 9 and 10 at King’s Cross Station. What did Arthur Weasley think would help heal a snake bite in Ginny’s fourth year?”

“Stitches,” spat Molly.

He dragged me inside and slammed the door behind us, finally having let go of me.

I began to heave.

“Quickly, dear,” said Molly in a kind voice, hurrying me to with a bowl in her hands. She pressed it to me, whilst I experienced all the sweets I had eaten on the train in reverse.

“They were attacked, dear. They were on their way to meet you off the train. But they... they didn’t make it.”

A/ N: Five things are to be addressed. 1) Yes, this is, on the most part (I hope) funny. It's just introducing her darker past that will come back. 2) Her parents are/were Katie Bell and Oliver Wood. 3) I can't believe I killed them off, so I'll probably do a spin-off of their life. 4) This is way, WAY too short to be a real chapter, but it's seperate introduction type thing so I'm posting it seperately. 5) Review this poor girl's first attempt at a HP fan fiction? Ta, kids!